Three Strikes (Desire Island 3)

“Ouch!” she cried, involuntarily trying to free her hands so she could cover her poor, tortured bottom. But she was no match for the much stronger Master Ryan, who held her easily, despite her struggles.

“Stop it,” he admonished. “You know better than that, slave Abbie. Accept your spanking like a good girl. You know you need it.”

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed fervently.

She stopped her struggle, settling against him as his hand crashed relentlessly down on her already sore ass. While the spanking was much harder to take than the flogging, she welcomed the smack of his palm, perfectly juxtaposed with the erotic sensation of flesh on flesh. His cock pressed hard against her pubic bone, her breasts mashed against the edge of his hard thigh, adding a delicious overlay of raw, wet desire.

Caught in his tight grip, she surrendered her will fully to his. Muscles that had been tensed with resistance softened. Her yips and yelps segued into sighs and moans of pure, dark pleasure.

More. More, more, more…

When he finally stopped, her skin was on fire, her heart beating low and deep like a jungle drum, her wet cunt throbbing with need. He pushed her gently from his lap to the floor and got to his feet.

“You may thank me, slave,” he said imperiously, arching his hips forward so that the head of his cock met her parted lips.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

Was this really happening? How many times had she fantasized exactly this scenario? Thrilled to her bones at the thought of worshipping his cock, Abbie almost forgot about her stinging ass. She reached out to cradle his balls with one hand and wrap the base of his shaft with the other, but he stopped her by gripping a handful of her hair and jerking her head back abruptly.

“No hands,” he said sharply. “Put your hands behind your back. You will worship my cock only with your mouth.”

Obediently, Abbie at once brought her hands behind her back, gripping her wrists as she knelt up to receive her Master’s offering.

Her Master…

His fingers still tangled in her hair, he moved slowly forward until his shaft filled her mouth, its head touching the back of her throat. He pulled back and then thrust forward, using his grip on her hair to hold her in place while he fucked her face.

While it was sexy in an edgy kind of way, she would have preferred to lie on the bed with him. She wanted to take her time, slowly licking and suckling his shaft until he was quivering with lust. To keep him on the edge, she would move down, taking his balls one at a time into her mouth as she milked his shaft with skilled fingers. Then, just as he was about to come, she would take his cock again deep into her throat. As he lost himself in the throes of a powerful climax, she would suck down every glorious drop of his seed, claiming him with the intimate act.

It wasn’t long before he was panting, his thrusts more urgent, his grip in her hair painfully tight. “Oh, fuck,” he cried, stiffening in the moment before he ejaculated. Then warm ribbons of come jettisoned down her throat.

He let go of her hair and collapsed back onto the bed with a groan. “That was awesome,” he breathed. “First rate.”

Abbie wiped her face with the back of her hand. She pushed her hair back behind her ears as she took in the gorgeous specimen now sprawled on her bed. Tentatively, she rose from her knees, gathering her courage to lie down beside him and take him into her arms.

But as she looked into his eyes, Master Ryan came abruptly to a sitting position almost knocking her over with his hurried movement. Before she could react, he was on his feet and striding toward the heap of black leather that was his pants.

“That was terrific, Abbie,” he said heartily as he pulled them into place and zipped up. “A really great scene. Thanks for bidding on me.”

She watched, stunned, as he grabbed his boots and moved toward the door.

“We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

And, with that, he was gone.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Chapter 2

It was late the next afternoon before Abbie connected with her cousin. She found Kendra lolling on the beach under a big umbrella. Kendra was leaning back on her elbows as she watched Dylan surf the waves, which were high that day.

“Hey, there,” Kendra said, turning to her with a smile. “I was wondering when you’d turn up. How did it go? Tell me everything. I’m dying to hear.”

“Where have you been all day?” Abbie demanded, plopping down beside her.

“Hello to you, too, grumpy puss,” Kendra said with a grin.

“Sorry,” Abbie muttered. “I’ve been looking for you, is all.”

“I had the morning off. I was at the Master’s cottage with Dylan, Caelan and Skylar. We got to stay overnight. We did fire play.” Kendra closed her eyes and sighed, her face suffused with rapturous joy. “It was awesome, Abbie. You have to experience it.”